Obsession. Ode. Color - Red

Who do I think you are? The Tyrant. Yes. Indeed
Not trying hard, yet still infecting me with evil seed
You're breaking through my weak and crystal walls
Just going like a fire all around my mansion halls

Rejecting any sort of help, not even listening to me
Suppressing and abusing, make me standing on my knee
You shout your orders in my ear so loud it makes me deaf
Destroying every kind of will I am supposed to have

However, I cannot resist your dirty charming tricks
The way you laugh and lovely blushing of your cheeks
A tempting crunching sound of an apple that you eat
Or how you're talking to your cat. Ah, this is sweet

My dear, I'm so exhausted, wicked, nervous and obsessed
I'm trying to avoid it, hiding in a high rock eagle's nest
I simply need to hear your beautiful angelic voice once more
So I'll be more ecstatic than I've ever been before